Lyrics:
Telephone call like
Blowing up your phone like
Knocking at your door like
Breaking down the door like
Hit you in the moonlight
I know you want me
When My Team Comes Through ft. MiAH (Prod. by Jacques Toni) lyrics -- From “My College Life Part 1: Lesson Learned” Album
MICHAEL DARIUS
hear him, then give him a little trim
To begin, how you think you're really gon' pretend (pretend)
Like you wasn't down and you called him again?
(One, two, one, two, three)
By the time you get this message I'm leaving town
And breaking you down in my mind
You're some of a kind
On my way
to be
Little lady can't you see?
You're so young and different than I
I'm ninety three, you're sixteen
Can't you see I'm going blind?
Cause, I think
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
wit it
When I popped off then your girl gave
Me just a little bit of lockjaw
Dragged ya down below
Down to the devil's show
To be his guest forever
here by yourself (and I see your out here by yourself)
So tell me what you're tryna do
String attachments, we won't have no string attachments
I'll
Told my old bitch to stop bothering pointed to the door
Got a four for four in my four-by-four for my four fellows
Wearing full VLONE head to toe
My ex
A Social Contract
"When a man thinks that peace and self-defense require it
He should be willing, when others are too
To lay down his right
Colors like stained glass
I see the fear in your eyes when we arrive
And what's the odds of
Even thinking you coincide
When every time a nigga open
A door
I've been, in this dark hole for too long
That, its starting to feel like home
Look
Its 3Am
Sitting down playing my acoustic
Reminiscing my past,
Yeah yeah
Peaks and valleys my heart can erupt
You're no longer here to call on
I fill up my cup
And that's one cup, two cup
Three to make the song
flossing
Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or Boulder to shave!
Cause that where them real niggas at
When you're going down that ol' Nat Hill and you pass
Way way back when i was a child
My dear mother said get out go be wild
She said son, its a great wide world
Don't settle young
But when i was
Karrueche
I’m Young MA when it comes to kinders
Remember butterflies started off as caterpillars
I used to be a bad ass, baby call me Boosie
And now I’m MVP
to Five-O (uh-huh, yo)
Four, three, two, cocker-doodle-doo
I was out in Africa, Shaka Zulu crew
Ho, ho, ho, red stockings too
Comin' down the chimney,
without a warning
In my dreams I'm asking your name
Put your number down
Then I wake up and I chickened out
This part I hate it
Young love so complicated
I
before
If that don't make you comfortable
I'll drive you to your door
Baby, baby girl, you are a star
When you say you're walking far
You can hop in my
carefree
Hope my message reaches you before you're seventy-three
A old man, when people ask you what you did with your life
You'll say "I hated L.L.
Drink rum 'n coke in the sun,
Oh the night Is still young
Verse 3
I walk on air when I'm with you babe
Heart of the night it's our sweet escape
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
first game and Im feelin all explosive
Call me Mr propane Boom
I let it go but this aint frozen
Chosen by the Og to kick the fucking doors in
They better
Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop fetty, that's good money
Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young
When we get some paper, we
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